I Am Complete

CHAPTER 2

ANDY'S POV:

I love this cafe. I used to come here with my parents whenever we passed through Colorado. I grab a table and sit down. The boys join me, looking around, observing the restaurant. I hang my bag on the back of my chair, making sure it stays out of the way. I pick up a menu and scan it. Dean and Sam do the same. Dean immediately flips to the burgers and sandwiches. Sam glances over the salads. "So. The infamous Sam and Dean." I say, smiling at them. "Are we as dashing as you thought?" Dean says, smirking. I roll my eyes. Jo had warned me he was a flirtatious one. Jo and I were good friends. I often stopped at the roadhouse with my family growing up, and when I wasn't allowed to go on hunts, I stayed with Jo and her mom.

A waiter comes over and takes our orders. Dean orders a burger, Sam orders a salad, and I order the BLT. "So, you told us you found some stuff out?" Sam asks. I nod. "Basically, the victim, Maxwell Trayton, was found murdered in his house, missing his eyes. Doors and windows all locked, no fingerprints or anything. Sounds like a typical vengeful spirit." I explain.

The waiter brings our food over. Dean immediately digs in, taking a giant bite of his burger. Sam shoots him a look of disgust. "Seriously, Dean?" He mutters, shaking his head. Sam takes a few forkfuls of salad and I begin to eat my sandwich. By the time I'm halfway through my meal, Dean has finished his burger. He eats faster than I thought was humanly possible.

"So, two of us should check out the morgue, the other should start researching local lore. Who wants to do what?" I ask. "Dibs on doing the research!" Dean shouts out. Sam rolls his eyes. "Seriously Dean? Dibs? What are you, five?" I chuckle. "Looks like it's you and me at the morgue, Sam." He nods, a small smile on his face.

"You can't take baby. I'm driving baby." Dean says. "Baby? You named your car?" I raise an eyebrow. "Baby is not just a car. Baby is a '67 Chevrolet Impala, a work of art." Dean announces, full of pride. I chuckle and say "Well, we can take my car then. You guys ready to head out?" They nod. Sam offers to pay the bill, but I refuse. Once he gives in and the bill is paid, we walk out to the cars. Dean gets into his car and we get into mine.

The silence is awkward as we drive. "So. Um. What's your story?" Sam asks, nervously running his hand through his hair. "My story?" he nods. "Y'know, how you got into hunting." He adds. "Well, my parents were both hunters. They raised me as a hunter, and I never really got the choice of doing something else." I tell him. He gives a small laugh. "Yeah, I get that. My dad was adamant that I become a hunter. I got away for a bit, but I guess this life always pulls you back in."

"You got away?" I question. "Stanford. I was studying law." He explains. "Impressive, Stanford. You must be a genius, right?" I joke. He blushes a bit. "Far from it. Just determined." I smile at him. He smiles back. Sam's really cute when he smiles. We chat the rest of the way to the morgue. We have a lot in common, andI really enjoy talking to him. When he talks about his favorite book, his eyes light up. I find myself watching him, admiring the way he smiles, the way he laughs.

When we finally get to the morgue, I'm a little disappointed. I could have talked with Sam for hours. We get out of the car and head inside, and we head straight to the M.E.'s office. An old man sits at the desk, white hair a bird's nest on his head. "Can I help you?" he asks. "Yes, I'm Agent Brent, this is my partner Agent King. We need to see the body of Maxwell Trayton." I say, lying flawlessly. Lying comes easy when you do it for a living. The coroner nods and leads us to the morgue. He pulls out the body, the metal making a terrible screeching noise.

I pull the cover back. The man on the metal table looks to be in his mid 40's, maybe older. He's average height, average weight, average everything. The only thing not average is the craters where his eyes should be. "Weirdest case I have ever seen. Both eyes are missing.

Someone scratched them out, but left no evidence. Definitely an odd case." The M.E. explains. I look at Sam. Sounds like it could be a spirit.

We study the body for a few more minutes, checking for any other oddities. When we find none, we head back to the car. Once we're inside and sure nobody can hear us, I turn to him. "Well, it looks like our theory was right." I sigh. "I'll call Dean, see what he's found." Sam says. He dials the number and the phone rings. Dean picks up and Sam puts the phone on speaker. "We most likely have a spirit, Dean. What did you find?"

"Well, there's not a lot of local lore. I'm working on digging into the housing records right now." Dean explains. "It's probably going to take a while to go through all the records, this house is crazy old." Sam groans. "We'll work on it together. We're headed back to the motel now." I add. Sam hangs up and we begin the drive back.

We talk the whole way. It's like we've known each other for ages. It's strange when you meet someone you just... click with. It's a good kind of strange, the once in a lifetime strange. I usually attract bad strange, but I guess I can attract good strange too.